In Which I Play Crestin
Y'know, I don't think I'da tried to throw lightning 'fore I met these fucks. We went into another vault an' Crestin bailed, needed to do somethin important. We walked on some goddamn clouds, threw some lightning, maybe turned into lightning... weird day. Fightin' the stormy hydra was pretty normal, by comparison, except the part where we picked up its severed heads and used them as weapons against it. That's a sentence I wrote in my life now. Can't take that back.
Tween me an Norhm, everybody lived. Color me pleased. I think Sifa mighta gotten somethin, but she said she's leavin, which drove that outta my mind. Modra's the next one to come in. Feel like I get the other three, but Modra... hell, I don't ever know what she's thinkin. Mischief, mostly, I guess. Those four... It's weird, I feel different things about all of 'em. Ostra's like the little sister I never got. Rheda's most like me, but maybe a little younger, spoilin' for a fight. Sifa, she's complicated, like she's got more years, more cares on her. An Modra... bitch's old enough not to give too many fucks, I think.
I made a pun. I'll be keepin' that a secret from Crestin.
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